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The mother of Hannibal's righteous spawn was coming to the end of her term. He had been supportive of the woman as she spent her time within Erovrare, even sharing his den with the woman and her big belly. With training Eulogy and dealing this Thys he had his paws full as of late. He was also tasked with the mission of finding a healer for Tyranis. One to force claim and make a slave. It was a hefty task to say the least. The land wasn't just populated with healers. They were hard to come by in the wild and most belonged to packs already. Spider was the only healer he knew but he was alreayd a member of a pack. Hannibal figured Tyranis was not interested in a war so early on in his reign. The pack was just getting on its feet and there was no reason to be starting problems. Thus, on Hannibal's day to day ventures he kept his eyes peeled for healers or any other weak rogues that would make suitable servants.

The phantom sat peacefully staring into the glowing pool with two toned eyes. His head was lowered and shoulders erect as he was slightly hunched over. It was as if the male was seeking something. Answers or even his own reflection. A fluffy white and black tail curled around his paws and his ears were slightly erect. Despite the majority of his focus being on the water he was rather aware of his surroundings. Within a pack of misfits he had to be alert at all times. Though, as he silently observed the waters his mind drifted to Thys once again. Those hips and that venomous tongue making its way into his devious mind. A simple grin slipped across his lips before the male threw his head into the air. A strong howl filled the chilled air and his breath can be seen with ease. The howl was a summon for Thys and he hoped she would come.

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